by Lola Swain
Rocked By The Billionaire
By Lola Swain
Copyright 2012 Lola Swain and Pulp Friction Publishing, Inc.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental. All characters in this book are eighteen years or older.
Rocked By The Billionaire is the third story in the Bad Girls’ Club series, standalone erotic and erotic romance stories about strong women who are not afraid to go after what they want…and get it!
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Table of Contents
Twenty-first Century Sex
Kink, Barcelona Style
Hell Hath No Fury
Surprise, Surprise, Surprise
Revenge: A Dish Best Served Hot
Big Old Jet Airliner
Twenty-First Century Sex
“Show Daddy your pussy,” Aiden said in his gravelly, Irish accent. “And be quick about it.”
I adjusted my laptop between my spread legs, threw one leg up on the backrest of the couch, stretched the other on the coffee table and arched my back a bit to give my former stepfather a full-on shot of my shaved pussy.
“Very nice baby,” he said and rubbed the five-o’clock shadow on his face. “Now I want baby to spread those tight little lips wide and show me her clit.”
I did as he instructed pulling up on my pussy and pressed the soft, damp skin that covered my clit back. I looked at his face in the monitor and he pulled back his full, red lips into his signature, stunning half-smile. The thought of me running my tongue inside those dimples and Aiden running his tongue inside of me, started the ache in my pussy and I ran my fingers over my wet cunt and popped them into my mouth.
“Oh, you filthy little slut,” Aiden said. “I can’t wait until tomorrow. The things I’m going to do to my little baby are going to set you on your ass.”
His glass-green eyes twinkled and he ran his fingers through his glossy black long hair and leaned back in his chair. He was shirtless, his bulging pectoral muscles tensed and he brought his tan arms up and rested them at the back of his neck. He wore nothing but black boxer briefs and even from my laptop monitor, I saw the huge bulge growing even bigger before my eyes.
“I want to see your cock,” I said as I rubbed my pussy at a quicker pace, unable to keep my hands away.
“You want it bad don’t you?” he said and shifted in his chair. “Tell me the right way, kitten or I’ll pull the plug on your fun.”
I knew what he wanted. I’ve always known what he wanted.
My mother met him when she was just coming off the heels of her extremely successful modeling career. Aiden is the lead singer in one of the most popular bands on the planet and she latched onto him with a force that made him impossible to resist. The thing about Aiden is because of his charm and good looks, he’d get pussy if he were the lead shit shoveller in a sewage plant. The fact that he was a rock star, well, forget it. And the thing about my mother is she’s insanely jealous. Not wanting to be one of Aiden’s girls, she refused to buy into the notion of his idea of communal living with his various mistresses, former wives and children. She divorced him after we lived with him for five years. She hung in until I turned eighteen and went off to college, probably because she knew she’d get Aiden to pay for it, along with everything else she got in the divorce settlement.
I, on the other hand, had a great life as one of Aiden’s children. My stepbrothers, stepsisters and I are all very close. And Aiden is always very good to us; and always very good to me. We had an instant connection from the time we met. He took me everywhere with him: concerts, parties, awards shows. People always commented on how we looked alike, both having the dark hair and almond-shaped, green eyes. Some papers even reported us as a couple, saying how our beauty matched. But nothing untoward ever went on between us during those early years. And while I grew up way faster than most kids my age, I knew Aiden would always be in my life. And I wanted him to always be in my life.
So, how did it come that I’m here in front of my laptop rubbing my pussy for him while he showed me his cock?
Last year I was in Ibiza with my stepsister Lucia for my nineteenth birthday. She and I were dancing at a club with a group of beautiful boys and girls and I felt a pair of strong hands come at me from behind, rest on my stomach and yank me backward. I landed against a man and when I turned around, it was Aiden. Lucia and I went to his table where he and his band mates were having drinks.
When Lucia whispered in my ear that she would fuck Aiden that night, I was a little jealous, but didn’t say anything. Instead, I crawled into the lap of Aiden’s hot drummer Devon and stuck my tongue in his ear. Aiden grabbed me by the arm and asked me what I was doing.
“Getting fucked, Daddy,” I said into Aiden’s ear. “Isn’t that what you do?”
Aiden stood from the table, said something to Devon and grabbed Lucia by the arm. He leaned down to me and put his mouth on my ear.
“You are a fucking bitch!” he said and dragged Lucia out of the club.
I asked Devon what Aiden said to him and Devon told me he told him to stay away from me. It didn’t deter Devon though, we went back to his hotel and fucked the night away. Poor Devon, I fantasized he was Aiden the whole night.
When Lucia and I met up the next day, she told me that Aiden and she went back to his hotel room and he fucked her harder than she’d ever been fucked before.
“My fucking bum,” she said as we sat in our seats on the plane back to London. “I don’t think I’ll ever be right again.”
“Tell me all about it,” I said. “Tell me what it was like with him.”
Lucia told me that Aiden was the best lay she ever had. How he first went down on her and did this thing with his mouth on her pussy that made her cum in seconds, she was sure to emphasize seconds. Lucia said that when Aiden fucked her pussy, the width and length of his cock hit something deep inside her that made her cum again just from the fucking. And then he fucked her asshole, and while it wasn’t the first time Lucia had anal, it was the only time that she actually got off from the anal alone. And finally, that he fucked her so hard she passed out.
“I’m serious Lexi,” Lucia said and giggled, “I passed the fuck out. Cold. You have to fuck him. You just have to.”
And that was all I needed to hear.
Not that the idea hadn’t crossed my mind before, fuck, it was all I ever thought about. But hearing Lucia tell the story of their night together and seeing the glow on her face and even giggling at the newly acquired fuck-limp in her step, set me on a mission to get on Aiden.
He resisted at first. Still pissed by the first brush-off he ever received in his life, he wouldn’t speak to me for about a month. This was unusual for us as we spoke every single day, no matter where we were. I pursued him hard, ignoring my friends and even my studies.
I stalked him on the Internet, I read the papers and blogs that were about him or from him. I called him incessantly leaving messages, wrote him long letters and one day, even emailed him a nude
picture of myself my friend Allen took. But he would not respond to me.
And one night after coming home from a fancy dress party, I sat in front of my computer, still all dolled-up, and began my stalking ritual.
An instant chat message popped up from Aiden that read: What are you doing psycho?
My heart pounded and I got dizzy. Finally, after weeks of trailing Aiden, he responded. That night, we chatted for a bit and he directed me over to the video chat and told me to set it up on my computer.
We scheduled chats every night and at first it was just the normal conversation that we always had. But then, about a week into it, I got wise to the game and increased the sexiness of my dress.
I started with low cut shirts and jeans and tried to appear as if I hadn’t spent three hours trying to look natural. Then, I moved on to short skirts that showed off my long curvy legs and tight ass. I walked around the room while I chatted with him and made sure to bend over a few times to pick up the imaginary litter on the floor. One night, I hit him with wearing only a red lace push-up bra and lace G-string. That was the outfit that snagged him.
And now, three weeks after masturbating in front of each other on the video chat every night, I am leaving for his house in Spain in the morning to spend some face time, which will turn into cock time, with him.
“I want to see your cock, Daddy,” I said into the monitor as I rubbed my pussy. “Do you see what I’m doing Daddy? Do you see how your baby is rubbing her pussy just for you? It’s always been just for you.”
I looked down and his beautiful face peered in the monitor and he licked it.
“I can’t wait to stick my tongue inside that tight cunt,” he said. “Christ, I can see how wet you are baby. Rub your pussy hard for me while Daddy jacks his cock.”
I looked into the monitor and Aiden sat in front of his computer, legs spread wide with his fat, hard cock sticking straight up in front of him. He lowered his head, spit on his cock and dragged his hand slowly up and down his thick shaft. He took his other hand and licked his palm and rubbed it around the head in circles.
“That’s beautiful, Lexi,” Aiden said as he watched me play with my pussy in the monitor. “Tell me you can’t wait to fuck Daddy.”
“I can’t wait to fuck Daddy.”
I spanked my pussy with quick slaps and smashed my hand down on my swollen clit. I rubbed myself, grinding my hand across my soaking wet pussy as I watched Aiden yank his cock while he watched me.
“I cannot wait to fuck my baby,” Aiden said.
He stood from his chair and walked toward his monitor while he pumped his cock with his hands. He stood directly in front of the monitor and quickened the pace he used to jack his cock. I spread my legs wider and arched my hips pretending that his cock was coming for my cunt. I could not wait to have that magnificent piece of meat slamming in and out of my pussy.
“I’m going to cum, Daddy,” I screamed.
I couldn’t hold back and refused to wait a second longer. I jammed two fingers in my pussy and pressed high up against my g-spot and clamped down on my clit.
“Yes baby,” Aiden said, “cum for Daddy. Squirt all over Daddy’s cock.”
I felt the release deep inside my cunt and I lost all control. I was a mess of wet, fumbling fingers as my arms and legs flailed. As I came, I squirted all over myself as the muscles inside my pussy clamped down around my fingers.
I grabbed my laptop and rested it on my tits and watched Aiden continue to jack off. Finally, when he could no longer resist, he came and squirted creamy jizz all over his monitor.
“Fuck!” he said.
He rubbed the head of his cock against the monitor and reduced it to a cloudy smear of cum.
“I’m glad we both have the protection plan on these things,” I said.
Aiden laughed as he took a tissue and wiped down his monitor while I did the same. He followed my hands around on his monitor pretending like he was going to catch them. He took his laptop and got onto his couch and lay back with his monitor on his chest.
“Man, I’m spent, love,” he said as he rested back against the cushions on his couch. “How are you my darling?”
“I’m good,” I said and yawned. “Tired.”
“Well you get some sleep and I will see you tomorrow. I’m sending my car to the airport to fetch you,” he said.
“You mean you’re not coming to get me?”
“I don’t drive around Barcelona, darling,” he said. “Besides, you’ll be much better off. It will be a faster trip with Roger driving and that means we’ll have more time together.”
“Okay, whatever you say.”
“That’s a good girl. I’m knackered love. I’ll see you tomorrow.” he said and closed his computer.
“Goodnight,” I said to the blank screen.
I hopped off my couch and ran around my apartment getting my stuff together for my trip. I wanted to be totally prepared so I could get as much beauty sleep as possible and look my best for Aiden. My friend Allen walked into my apartment with our friend Pauline as I packed.
“Lexi,” Allen said from the doorway, “it’s us. Is it safe to come in?”
“Of course, get in here. Why wouldn’t it be safe? You know I’m alone.”
“Well, one can never tell,” Allen said and as he walked into my living room.
Allen threw some clothes I laid out on my dining table into my suitcase. He held up a cotton candy colored negligee I purchased for my trip.
“So you’ve already done the nasty with dirty daddy this evening?” Pauline teased.
“Oh Lexi, please tell me you’re not still having Skype sex with your papa,” Allen said and pinched my ass.
“Yes, I am and there’s nothing wrong with it,” I said.
“Yes, I suppose you’re right,” Allen said and sighed. “There’s nothing wrong with it if you’re a prisoner!”
“Whatever Allen, after tomorrow I won’t be reduced to a mutual rub and tug via computer because I will have the real thing.”
“It’s so depraved Lexi,” Pauline said. “I mean the man was your stepfather.”
“So what?” I said. “And are you going to talk about depraved? Are you not the same girl who participated in a full-on orgy with a certain rugby team?”
“Yes, but none of those men were my father, you dirty whore,” Pauline said and laughed as she helped me pack.
“What if it’s not enough, Lexi?” Allen said. “I mean, we know how you really feel for him. You try to pass it off as this airy, kinky tension reliever, but I know the truth.
“We know the truth,” Pauline said.
“What if you can’t handle the real thing?” Allen said.
Of course I thought about it. I knew my obsession with Aiden was not the best thing for me. He is certainly not a safe bet. But my want of him went beyond the sensible. Besides, I’ve never been one for sensibility.
Kink, Barcelona Style
The flight from London to Barcelona felt like it took forever. If I could crawl under the wing, I my nervous energy would have propelled that flight. I availed myself of the complimentary bar service with a couple of strong Bloody Marys but I tried to keep myself in check because I didn’t want to arrive at Aiden’s super sloshed. I went into the bathroom and checked myself out in the mirror.
I chose a short, tight jersey knit dress in a shade of deep cherry red—Aiden’s favorite color. The knit accentuated my curves and made my ass pop. The scoop neckline was a perfect complement to my large tits and the bra I chose made them practically spill over the top of the dress. I left the panties off, no need for them. My full lips were painted a deep cherry color to match the dress and I wore little makeup other than some mascara that made my already dark eyelashes look full. I was more harlot than angel, but as evidenced, I am no angel.
I nearly knocked over a dear old man as I ran through the airport after the plane landed and made a silent wish that Aiden’s driver Roger was already waiting for me.
Ro
ger walked through the airport door as I ran out and I grabbed him by the arm and dragged him toward Aiden’s limo.
“Miss Lexi, I trust your flight was good,” he said as I pushed him toward the car.
“Yes Roger, just in a hurry. Now, let’s step on it.”
I fixed my makeup in the back of the car and tried to calm myself by taking in the beauty of Barcelona.
Aiden lives on a massive property on the coast. A colossal estate built in the 1500’s, Aiden’s home is an advertisement for vulgar excess. The main house has two kitchens that are never messy and sprawling marble staircases and bathtubs alone are bigger than my living room in London. The last time I was there was before our blowout in Ibiza and when Roger finally drove through the gates to the estate, I was almost excited to see the villa as I was to see Aiden. Almost.
With my bag in my lap and my hand on the limo’s door handle the entire ride from the airport, I practically leapt out of the car before Roger came to a stop when he pulled into the circular driveway in front of Aiden’s mansion. When Rodger finally stopped the limo, I jumped out and started up the massive stone stairs toward the door.
Roger called for me and I didn’t turn around until I reached the iron and wood fortress front door of the main house.
“Miss Lexi,” Roger called up from the bottom of the stairs.
“What is it Roger?”
“Miss Lexi, Miss Lucia told me to tell you to meet her at the main pool for cocktails upon your arrival.”
“I’m sorry, what did you say?”
There was no way he said—
“Miss Lucia is at the estate. She is eager to see you and is at the pool waiting.”
Fucking hell, I did hear right. I didn’t understand why Aiden failed to tell me that Lucia was coming and I was pissed. I bounded my way through the main house and didn’t even stop to say hello to Aiden’s main housekeeper Therese when I blew past her. I whipped myself into a jealous froth and was completely prepared to chuck Lucia into the pool.
I walked through the French doors to the pool patio and Lucia sat at one of the bistro tables with a tray of cocktails. She had the nerve to sit there and read a magazine as if she hadn’t a care in the world. As if she weren’t the worst stepsister in the universe and ruined my life. She looked up and took off her aviator shades and ran toward me.
